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edge
She could feel herself teetering there. Normally it would have terrified her, but for some reason now it was invigorating; knowing that she was on the verge of something new.
account
As she passed through the hall, she could feel their eyes burning on the back of her skull, their razor sharp whispers sliced her spirit. She should have known they'd favor his account.
force
She wanted so badly to sit with those girls at lunch, but she couldn't bring herself to force a smile.
brick
The sorrow settled heavy in her stomach like a brick, and it lingered even longer than the echo of the slamming kitchen door
bow
When I was little I would wear frilly dresses every day (the kind that were good to twirl in, or course), and my mom would top off my long, curly hair with a rather large bow. Classic. :)
mean
Taylor Swift! . . . God, I hate myself right now.
chores
When we were little, my baby sister always had the timeliest stomach aches. Usually about the time we were all supposed to be doing our chores. As the oldest, it was my job to pick up the slack. But once we were finished? They magically melted away... Not that I'm bitter.
crane
She sat their quietly until the sun began to sink below the water. As she finally gathered the will to move, a crane swooped down and glided soundlessly onto the water, shattering the glassy surface and sending ripples as far as the eye could see.
wade
Her daughter's plump pink fingers clung to hers as the waves lapped their toes. The sun's warming rays were no comparison.
crush
She was unsure of so much, but the one thing she was certain of was this: The way his hand in hers seemed to open her eyes to a thousand marvelous and wonderful possibilities. That was all that mattered in the end.
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